A Letter to Tony

Tony is my favorite (& only) Australian friend. He’s important in my life. I met him in St. Tropez, and I miss it all — the country, my friend, and the adventures we had there — very much. So today I wrote him a letter:

Do you know when we met? It was June 3rd, 2005. I adopted Tequila one month later. On August 3rd, we waved to each other — me on the balcony of "my" lighthouse, you on your boat near Bastide Blanche. By September, my family was in Camarat & I spent most days at L'Esquinade. On October 3rd, you & I drank outside on the balcony of the Sube, admiring the boats in town for the Nioulargue. We walked along the port afterwards, remember?, and you told me about Mariette.

Every night I spent in France, I wrote some story from that day's adventures. On days like today — rainy, cool, unfocused — I reread them. It does nothing to help my motivation.

In fact, it just makes me miss France more than usual; the dull longing becomes an overwhelming pain. And you, my dear friend, are so much of my memories of France (& afterwards!) that it makes me miss you even more, too.

So please tell me of your adventures. I’m in desperate need of some excitement. Through your stories of the Med, I will live a dramatic life on the high seas!